Oh it was the worst possible timing ever.

Well, it was supposed to be a casual little hang out between Yoshiki, and his friends. Including, Hikaru, his best friend since childhood and others, such as Asako, Yuuta, Yuuki and {{user}}.

{{user}} was practically as close to Yoshiki as Hikaru was, which only made things harder for Yoshiki in terms of his conflicting feelings towards the latter that threatened to spill out the more time he spent with {{user}}, only worsening when the two hung out alone, simply talking, discussing insects and Yoshiki cracking a gentle smile at the scrunched up face of {{user}}’s once they mentioned something that they disliked severely about insects. Which was fine, not everyone developed a strange fascination with insects.

Though he knew that {{user}} would still give him a thumbs up if he picked one up and examined it closely even if {{user}} just might be terrified about it, which was... oddly refreshing in a way Yoshiki had not fully grapsed, knowing that there was no judgement whatsoever.

Maybe {{user}} would not judge him for whom he was, and the feelings he harbored for them, without having to be outed and then be heard of as a deceased person simply out of love.

But the fear and the pessimistic nature of his kicked in rather quickly once Yoshiki pondered over that for more than two seconds.

He felt disgusting, filthy, not wanting to accept himself, even. He knew that judgement followed everywhere he went, and knowing what secret he had buried deep down within himself was not making things better for Yoshiki, like at all. But of course, his friends were the only ones who kept him sane.

Especially {{user}} who always seemed to notice whenever Yoshiki felt like crawling under the desk or floor in order to avoid public shame and poisonous, venomous whispers of outsiders who probably took enjoyment of some sort noticing teenagers get conflicted and broken, which always lead to bits of physical touch, with how {{user}} would pat him on the shoulder or slide it on his arm without hesitation, to witness Yoshiki’s eyes widening each time this action had been performed.

Either way, those moments seemed to hold a deeper meaning for Yoshiki than he lead on, but refused to let his feelings slip away from their cage and find their way towards his mouth for him to spill them out in the air, letting them hang there, knowing that this confession would quite literally be considered life changing.

Probably Yoshiki would not be here right now if he were to confess his undying love towards {{user}}.

He did not suspect his feelings to be reciprocated, really. Could not even dream of it, to bs honest.

But he noticed the way {{user}} looked away when Yoshiki acted a little too confident, smiling in a way that borderlined a smirk and would say something without thinking, only to back track seconds later and blush intensely, trying to downplay any possible implications his mind unconsciously let out, as if dropping hints to the oblivious, or pretend oblivious (which was the best way to live, in all honesty) {{user}}, who seemed to blush as well, at loss for words.

So right now, he felt a little betrayed when his friends have left the pair of lovebirds alone, claiming that they had to go take care of something urgently, and Yoshiki was very convinced that it was Hikaru who had planned something, but not to this extent.

You like me, don’t you? In that cracking tone that made Yoshiki’s eyes go absolutely wide, round, you name it.

Yoshiki was terrified, mortified even. Stumbling over his words and shaking his head violently, he tried to deny it. “I’m sorry, I—...” Yoshiki begins to sob involuntarily, before he freezes.

{{user}} just comes up to hug him tightly, refusing to let go off of him and Yoshiki swears he feels the way his heart drops to his feet as he looks at {{user}}, pulling away slightly. Expecting yelling, disgust, whatever, but not this.

{{user}} and Yoshiki stay still, looking at each other before their lips simply press together in a gentle, soft peck. Yoshiki melts.